Mercury was badass. The slow, seeping madness taking hold of you like a gentle breeze grabbing the breadth of a kite. Invisibly, rapidly hoisting you higher until it suddenly, sinisterly relinquishes its grip. The drop leaves you tattered and indignant, but seemingly mendable.
And so it tenderly brushes the dust off to repeat the process until you’re nothing but caterwauling splinters cast across the ground.
Is this from something or do you just wander through life dropping awesome prose like this?
I like writing short stories for fun, and sometimes I write what comes to me on Lemmy. Though lemmy rarely cares for it, outside of !greentext@sh.itjust.works. Thank you for the kind praise!
My wild guess is that the next step will be the coating of ceramics. Basically every plate that you have eaten of transfers microscopic amounts of some substance which has previously gone undiscovered but has terrible consequences for the human body.
Wild guess, no knowledge to back up anything.
I work in a plastic molding factory, guess I’m getting extra 🫠
Oh, I know I know! Is it mold? Oh wait, no… Or… Hmm…
“When life gives you lemons, TAKE THOSE LEMONS BACK!” -Cave Johnson
